On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

Embrace the probability of your imminent death....and know there is nothing i can do to save you.

Got it," I say. "Did you tell Peeta this?" "Don't have to," says Haymitch. "He's already there.

Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it.

This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.